And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
You are my favorite precipice.
God, I’m still such a HEX nerd… I miss you HTML days!
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
— Brian Andreas
The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking.
—A. A. Milne